Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i needed it

With help they carry the torn body to relative safety, where Poet packs the wound with freshly collected snow. She is not a medic but she does her best, and if a murmured prayer escapes under breath, no one need know the origin. The wound is bad but survivable, and after leaving basic instructions on cleansing for the others, Poet makes her way to see if she can obtain any small amount of poppy for the girl's pain.